#the day after tomorrow fanfiction

[gyllenhaalstuff]

Hmmm…I can’t think of a plot sorry- buttt what about doing a Sam Hall ( The day after tomorrow) fanfic? He’s very underrated imo :D

Agreed, very underrated. I hope this is up your alley, sorry about the overall filth.

First Time

- Sam Hall ᯓᡣ𐭩

Summary: You’re ready to take the next step with your boyfriend Sam and one night you finally have the guts to bring it up.

Warnings: Overall very sweet, loss of virginity, both are very needy and awkward, established relationship, handjob, fingering, piv sex (protected this time who cheered).

Word count: 1881

Notes: Sam seems like such a sweetheart I had to write him as one.

All characters are 18+

₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵‿ ˚₊

Your boyfriend Sam was a very sweet, thoughtful guy. You really liked him. You studied together, went to the movies, and played games on his Switch. This was all fun, but you wanted more.

Of course you had had some steamy makeout sessions. You’d replay those moments in your head over and over. His hand on the small of your back, his shaky breaths, the way he hardened beneath your hips.

You hoped this was as torturous for him too. Because at this point you’d have him anywhere, anytime. And you were prepared for it too. Two condoms sat in your wallet; you had researched how to give a good handjob and how to give a good blowjob and how much to shave and what underwear to wear.

You were spending the night at Sam’s house. A Mario Kart grand prix had ended in a wrestle match on his bed. Eventually you won, pinning his hands above his head. “Ha! I win again,” you laugh. “Oh, shut up,” Sam bickered back before you kissed him. Not in a hey-take-your-clothes-off-and-fuck-me-into-next-week way, just in a normal, sweet, and loving way. He kissed you back, and it didn’t take long until you were back in a usual makeout session, but you wanted to bring your wishes up.

His lips parted for you, and his hands rested lightly on your waist. You ground your hips down on him, and his breath caught in his throat. You broke the kiss and spoke, “Hey, Sam?” He looked up at you; he almost looked nervous. “Yeah, what’s up?” His hand stroked your arm that you held yourself up on, making the hairs stand up. “I want more,” you mumbled. The actual words seemed too big, too intimidating. “You want to kiss more?” Sam asked, still not completely sure where this was headed, though he definitely got some hopes up. 

You sat straight up, straddling him. “No, I want more of you,” you paused and tried to muster up the courage, “I want to… you know?” This was harder than you anticipated. Sam just smiled at you; his hopes had gotten confirmed. “You wanna have sex?” He tried his best to look unbothered, which he did a terrible job at. You smiled back and hid your face in your hands, nodded, and laid down on his chest.

Sam stroked your back and did his best to ignore his blood rushing to his groin. “We can do that,” he said softly, “but I can’t guarantee I’ll be any good at it.” You picked up your head, your cheeks flushed, and looked at his boyish grin. “Me neither.”

You leaned in and kissed him again, more passionately this time. Your hands fumbled and groped at each other, exploring and unsure. “Should we…?” Sam said hesitantly, tugging at the hem of your shirt. “Yeah, sure,” you nodded and removed your t-shirt, exposing your bralette that you definitely didn’t pick out just in case.

You were about to lean in again when Sam pushed you back up to get a better look. His mouth was agape and eyes wide. “You’re gorgeous,” he mumbled before daring to put one of his hands over the lace. Noticing his nervousness, you put your hand over his, squeezing it. “I’m not made of glass, you know,” you joked, trying to lighten the tension. You got a chuckle in return. Sam was too busy to speak. How could he focus on anything else but your tits?

Growing frustrated, you unclasped the bra hook and let the straps fall down. Sam removed the fabric with his hand and a shaky breath left him. “Jesus Christ.” He groped you more confidently and rolled your nipple between his fingers, making a small sound escape your lips, and he thought he was going to cum right then and there. “You’re so pretty,” he said, looking up at you for the first time in a bit. “You too,” you let him know.

You grabbed the hem of his shirt and raised an eyebrow at him, to which he nodded eagerly. You threw his navy blue t-shirt on the floor and laid your body against his. The feeling of your tits against his warm skin was unmatched (so far at least). When you pressed your lips against his again, he placed his hands, less carefully now, on your hips. He had never touched you like that before; it was more eager, harder. 

He pushed your hips down against him, and you could feel his cock through his clothes. The thought of him getting turned on because of you made your head spin. It also made you moan into his mouth, which earned you a buck of his hips.

You sat up and ran your hands down to the button of his pants. “I wanna see you. If you want to?” you said, not wanting to push. “Please.” He almost looked drunk; his face was flushed and his lips were swollen. You unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Sam raised his hips, helping you pull them off.

Your clit grew its own heartbeat seeing him so exposed. His white underwear almost looked transparent, and the outline of his cock was clear. You gave him a reassuring smile, meaning, Well, this isn't bad at all. 

Your fingers ran up his length before playing with the hem of his boxers. Before you could ask him if you could, he nodded at you to go ahead. You pulled them off and took in the view, which made Sam more nervous than ever. “Say something,” he said after a second and laughed nervously. “I honestly didn’t know what to expect, but you didn’t let me down,” you wrapped your unsure fist around him, “I’m pleased.” Sam breathed out a sigh of relief, which got interrupted by your hand twisting around him up and down. It wasn’t as experienced as his own, but it was yours.

“Spit on it. Makes it easier,” he suggested, not to make you feel embarrassed, just to help you out. You obliged and spit on his tip before smearing it around with your hand. Sam shuddered beneath you as your soft palm stroked him. Quiet moans spilled out when you squeezed his tip. You caught on, setting a moderate pace and heightening the pressure as you made your way up. 

Sam didn’t know what to do; the situation was overwhelming, and his heart was about to beat out of his chest. He sat up and grabbed your hand. “Wait a second,” he huffed, trying to catch his breath. “You alright?” Sam nodded, “I’m just trying to take it all in.” You got scared you crossed a line before he spoke again. “We should switch.” Your eyes widened a bit. “Only if you want.” Now this was unknown territory. None of the guides mentioned this. “I wouldn’t have asked otherwise,” he smiled and sat up beside you and patted the sheets for you to lie down.

Sam peeled off the rest of your clothes after getting a green light. He had done some research of his own. Of course he had; he just never told you about it. His curious fingers spread your folds and ran up your slit. Your thighs shuddered once he reached your clit. He prayed to God he was in the right spot and pressed it lightly to really confirm. When he heard a whine from above, he knew. He concentrated on making small, circular movements, wanting you to feel appreciated and taken care of.

You didn’t have the mind to ask where he learned this; in fact, your mind felt completely blank. Your breathing came in sharp inhales and whiny exhales. Sam’s fingers entering you didn’t exactly make you quiet down, but instead you hummed and moaned with each curl of his determined fingers. The way you hugged his digits made him want to jump your bones immediately, but this was too good to end just now.

He upped his speed slightly, angling his fingers up towards your pelvis to hit your spot with each thrust. His other hand made use of its thumb, placing it against your clit and massaging it. “I can’t—I’m close,” you stammered as your thighs clenched and shook. Sam looked up at you, with a stupidly proud smile on his face. “Go on, c’mon, honey.”

His words paired with his hands pushed you over the edge, and your walls clamped around his fingers. He watched in awe as you writhed there in his bed. He knew he’d never sleep in it again without thinking back on this, this moment playing like a broken record in his mind.

You caught your breath and reached over to your bag on the floor, bringing out your wallet. You pulled a condom out and held it out to Sam. “You came prepared,” he teased and grabbed it. You blushed and watched him open it with his teeth before rolling on the condom. You laid back on the pillows with your legs on either side of him. Sam settled between your thighs and teased you with his cock, letting it bump against your clit and circle around your opening.

“You ready?” Sam made sure before slowly pushing into you. His hands rested on either side of you, holding himself up. He hissed as you enveloped him, placing his forehead against yours, eyes closed shut. You breathed through your mouth, through the slight pain. You didn’t think of it at the time, but in hindsight, he was blessed in that region. He pulled out before pushing himself back in, kissing you as he did.

He kept his slow pace until you breathed out, “faster.” To which he sat back on his heels, grabbed your thighs, and thrust into you. You moaned in pleasure as he fucked you. Though lovemaking might be a more appropriate word since he kept his gaze on your face, noticing and adjusting after every wince and moan that escaped your lips.

Sam’s brown hair was a mess by now, tousled and almost covering his eyes. He pressed kisses to your knees, worried you felt uncomfortable. Though, you definitely didn’t; in fact, you were on cloud 9. His mind seemed to slip away as he neared his orgasm; he groaned with each thrust and tightened his grip on your thighs.

The sight you were met with when he came was unreal. His mouth hung open, his eyebrows were furrowed, his eyes were closed shut, and the sounds of his choked moans made your stomach swirl. Once his soul reentered his body, he smiled lovingly at you. He pulled out, took off the condom, tied it up, and threw it in the trash before leaning in close to you, brushing your hair behind your ears, and kissing you softly. 

Sam laid down beside you and hugged you. His soft lips met your forehead, and his arms squeezed around your torso. “Was it good for you too?” He asked. You smiled at the ‘too.’. He liked it. “It was,” you nuzzled into his neck, “really good.”

You had never slept as well as you did that night, in Sam’s arms, under his now dirty duvet. The whole room smelled like sex and him, and you couldn’t imagine any place you’d rather be.

[osamusriceballs]

Kinktober Day 13 <3

Bokuto x edging

Warnings: NSFW, fem reader

Words: ~1,6 k

Kinktober Masterlist II -> Next day

"You like that? Oh, I can feel you clench, you really like that."

A grin sports his lips as he dives into your pussy again, his tongue relentlessly licking along your folds and teasing your clit. His arms confidently grab your thighs and press you further down on his face, the sudden movement almost causing you to fall over as your hands nearly slip off the bed frame.

"Kou- slow down-" you whine, trying to sit up slightly, but his hands keep a firm grip on your legs and prevent you from moving away from his face. "Close already?" he rasps, attaching his lips on you again the second he finishes speaking. His tongue finds your entrance, ever so slightly pushing inside while his nose nudges your clit. The slurping sounds mix with his groans, your walls clenching every time he rubs against your clit a little harder. You know there is no stopping him once he has started eating you out- he could literally do it for hours, as he has proved to you in the past already. You feel the tension in your body, your high approaching way too fast under his thorough ministrations. He notices how you tense, his golden eyes observing you carefully when you clench repeatedly, and he slows his movements down, just enough for you to take a few steady breaths. "You taste so good, always so sweet for me."

Your hands clench around the wood, your body almost overwhelmed when he presses his tongue flatly on your core, it feels like a sweet torture to know that he won't make you cum just now, yet it still feels so good- but you can feel him slow down gradually until he's just sweetly kissing along your folds. His hand moves to your ass and squeezes the flesh before he slightly lifts you off him, his hot breath now only faintly meeting your clenching core.

You lift your body just enough for him to slide out from underneath you, and he wastes no time to turn your body towards him and to press his lips against yours. The salty taste of yourself meets your tongue, only spurring you on in kissing him even further and allowing him to explore your mouth. He groans, the kiss getting messier with every passing second, and his passion and lust are driving you crazy at this point. He slightly pulls back to look at you, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he leans down to kiss just below your ear. "You were close, right? I could feel it." The kisses turn into small bites, one of his hands now resting between your bare shoulder blades to hold you close. "Hmm, so close, Kou. Only you can make me feel so good." You grab his hair and let your head fall back while you enjoy the way he's kissing down to your chest, making sure to suck a small mark just belllow your collarbones. "I'll make you feel even better. Come here, baby."

Bokuto releases his grip around your body and grabs your hips to turn you around, which you willingly do. He presses your back against his bare front and keeps your legs spread with his hands, effectively exposing your cunt to the chilly air. You know exactly what he's planing to do, but you still find yourself arching your chest when he kneads your tits a few times, his thumbs brushing against your nipples ever so expertly, eliciting small moans from you, before his hands move down between your legs. His fingers quickly find your pussy, rubbing ever so softly along the folds and smearing the wetness along your folds. You gasp when two fingers slowly enter your hole, pumping at a steady and slow pace as he works them carefully into you. Your hips slightly buck into his hands, eager to have his palm rub against your clit and he immediately complies and presses his palm against you the second his fingers are buried knuckles deep inside of you. "That's it, baby, just take what you need," he proudly groans as he watches how his fingers disappear inside of your cunt, taking him so well.

He brings you close again with his steady pace, so deliciously close, yet still not enough. A needy whimper escapes your lips when he picks up his pace, his fingers curling gently inside of you to meet your sweet spot. He almost completely pulls his fingers out before he pushes them inside again, making sure you never feel empty when his fingers keep on fucking you. You feel the coil inside of you ready to snap, your body so, so ready to let go. Your head falls back against his shoulder, your mouth agape- but then he pulls them out for good this time.

"Not yet, baby." He brings his dirty hand up to your tit and squeezes it, smearing your arousal on your body. You're sensitive at this point, your pussy clenching repeatedly in need of more, in the need of your sweet release. "You're gonna cum on my cock tonight," he announces, his voice full of excitement as he has made his decision. "Please, Kou- fuck me then," you whine and wiggle your hips, and he kisses your shoulder one last time before he grabs your hips and presses your back down until your ass sticks out in the air.

You gasp for air when you feel the tip of his cock running along your slit, giving your clit, just enough friction to take your breath away whenever he rubs it a bit harder against you.

"Oh, baby, wanna put it in so bad, can I? Can I make you feel good?" He groans when he spreads your cheeks to look at your glistening cunt- almost like an invitation for him to keep going. "Do it, Kou, please put it in. Want your cock, need you so bad," your whole body is aching for him at this point, your pussy throbbing with need and making it impossible to think. A groan leaves his lips when he finally pushes his cock inside, slow and steady, but still determined and strong-willed. He always stretches you so well with his girth, the feeling so welcome and just what you need and you only manage to whine into the bed sheets as he keeps on filling you up. A groan leaves his lips when he bottoms out, and he stills for a few moments, his chest heaving heavily when he takes a few breaths. "Please, please, move-" you whine, feeling like you're going crazy with every second that he's making you wait any longer, and he finally does. His hips move hard against yours, moans leaving your lips at every particular deep thrust, but your body moves on autopilot, meeting each and every of his thrusts, which makes him dig his fingers deeper into your hips. You can't even speak at this point, your body getting closer to your high so fast after being edged for a few times already, yet you don't care, only encouraging him to move faster and deeper to get closer to your high.

His pace is punishing and fast at this point, the sound of skin clapping against skin filling the room, along with your moans and his groans. "Feels so good, feels so good-" you gasp, your body almost burning at this point, so close to stumbling over the edge.

"That's it, come with me, let go for me-" a desperation coats his voice that makes it impossible for you to stay sane any longer, and you find yourself cumming hard on his cock when he brings one hand to rub on your clit, giving you just enough pleasure to lose control. Your back arches further, allowing his cock to slide in even deeper while you moan his name, your walls clenching around him, making it almost impossible for him to move when your walls grip him like a vice.

"So good, baby, so good, keep cumming for me-" a groan gets stuck in his throat and he stops his movements when he's cumming too, your walls fluttering around him while he coats them white. He's calling your name, always so vocal when he's reaching his high, and fucks into you until he whines of overstimulation, but his hands never release their tight grip on your hips.

He slowly pulls out after a few moments, making sure to be soft and gentle, giving your ass a last squeeze before he lets himself fall to the bed dramatically. His hands make a grabby motion towards your body and you weakly comply and lay down on him with your head on his chest, basically feeling his strong and fast heartbeat under your hand. His arms wrap around you immediately, the warmth of his body so welcoming and cozy. "Was that okay?" he is quick to ask, while his arms soothingly rub your back.

"Always so good to me, Kou," you weakly whisper when manages to pull a blanket over the two of you, and he happily hums and presses a kiss to your head. "Wanna spoil you, baby. Wanna give you everything." He entangles his legs with yours, not leaving an inch of space between the two of you, yet still making sure you comfortably lay on top of him. "Get some rest, baby, I'll take care of you when you wake up." You tilt your head and look at him, his smile so bright that it rivals the sun. You weakly whisper something against his chest, and his smile widens when he understands and responds.

"I love you too, baby."

[x-gon-give-it]

WHOOO!

If all goes well, expect an update for “Wade Wilson’s Guide to Studying Your Spider” tomorrow!

I’ve just got a couple more edits to go and that baby will be ready for posting! 🥳🥳

[char-lie-spirals]

Hello my dear followers, I am trying to pump out as much writing as humanly possible right now because i finally found the motivation, but I'm already a bit lost as to what to work on so! You get to help me decide!

*feel free to name a fear for the last option however you see fit - comments, reblogs, asks, DMs, so on. Even if you don't pick that option, you can share your thoughts, still!

I'm also open to other ideas, so long as they include my favorite guy :]

Also woagh they added 3 day long polls?? I have. not made a poll in ages

[desceros]

soooo in order to keep y'all from sitting on the edge of your seats, i decided to put together a bit of a february road map. uh. such as i'm capable of having one, barring me being thwacked in the head by an idea i simply MUST get out, ahahhaa!

feb 14: leo valentine's day one-shot

feb 19: super secret project that definitely isn't a present for my roommate's birthday

feb... sometime: symphony 24 (will likely be before the other dates, depends on how quickly i can get them finished!)

feb 27: ...dont worry about it

late feb: donnie didn't mean to do that but well he's here now

late feb again, if i have time fingers crossed: symphony 25

march 1: mating season event

[mystories2012]

[hebuiltfive]

Saw a writing help post earlier that talked about character development (by that I mean actually developing your character, not the arc). It talked about wants of a character and asked "what is it your character most desires?"

I thought back to almost all my WIPs. What do they want? Probably just a peaceful life at this point.

[allylikethecat]

⋆˚࿔ october prompts 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

So after working suuuper hard on today's prompt I realized that the list I was using skipped #10 and that I had actually filled prompt #11 SO I have gone and I have found a #10 on a DIFFERENT list and filled that one... you'll get #11 tomorrow! I don't like this one as much seeing as how I just like... frantically wrote it after realizing the one I had just finished was #11 and not #10... So have a subpar #10 and check back tomorrow it's much better...

¹⁰⁾ cold hands

Matty’s hands were always cold, I have poor circulation, he would grumble, shoving his fingers into the crook of George’s neck for warmth, causing him to gasp and flinch away. It wasn’t just Matty’s hands that were always cold, he, as a being, was always cold. He could always be found wrapped up in blankets and hoodies, the temperature control in their flat set to near tropical temperatures. Matty was always cold, and Matty always had cold hands. It was a fact of life that George had accepted, making sure he reminded Matty to bring a pair of gloves or mittens when it was 10 degrees or cooler out. 

So Matty’s hands being warm, his fingers wrapped around George’s wrist as he begged him to stay a few more minutes, was enough to sound the alarm in George’s brain, alerting him to the fact that something wasn’t right. 

“I’m fine,” Matty grumbled, when George voiced this concern, adjusting the sheet he was tangled up in, that was another check in the worry column George thought. Matty had kicked off his many blankets in his sleep, leaving him wrapped in just the top sheet. Despite the lack of blankets his cheeks were flushed, his eyes unfocused. “I don’t have a fever.” He insisted. 

 “I’m just really tired, and really deserve snuggles, and you are currently withholding snuggles which is honestly extremely rude of you.” Matty complained.

“I’ll be right back,” George tried to placate him, knowing that if Matty really was sick, if he really did have a fever like George suspected, he was going to be even clingier than usual. He also was going to most likely realize just how poorly he was really feeling once he was properly awake, which meant that the sooner George got some medicine in him the better. 

“Or you could just stay,” Matty pouted. George frowned, trying to decide if Matty sounded congested, or if his voice had always sounded like that in the morning. 

“I’ll be right back,” George promised, slipping out of Matty’s grasp. He quickly crossed the expanse of their bedroom and retrieved the thermometer from the medicine cabinet. He also grabbed a bottle of an over the counter fever reliever. Matty’s hydro flask was sitting untouched on his nightstand. 

“Open your mouth,” George said, climbing back up onto the bed to kneel over Matty who opened his eyes with a frown.

“I know I said I felt fine but I’m not sure I’m really up for that this morning—” Matty started before George cut him off by shoving the thermometer into his mouth and under his tongue. 

Matty frowned, his harsh gaze showing just how betrayed he felt by George’s surprise attack. The thermometer beeped a moment later and Matty quickly spat it out, letting George look at the digital display. 

“I was right,” said George smugly before instantly feeling guilty, this was one time where it probably would have been better if he was wrong. “You have a fever.” 

Day: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 |

[purplepixel]

So.

I read issue 44 of idw.

[theflyingfeeling]

Twelfth Day of Gift-Giving: Gift Ideas

Prompt(s): jewelry + polaroid camera

We can have a little Christmassy angst & pining. As a treat 🖤 (another standalone, the main story will be continued...later this week 😌)

~

“Janne told me he’s buying Joel a dildo."

Olli snorted the mouthful of coffee he had just sipped back into his paper cup.

“What?!”

“For that stupid Secret Santa thing," Tommi explained. "He got Joel. Said he’s gonna write him a card saying ‘Merry Christmas, go fuck yourself’.”

With his mouth now empty – and provided with proper context for the anecdote – Olli was now able to laugh at it. 

“Just what he needs, really.”

“D’you mind if we pop down to some stores on our way? I still need to buy mine for Porko.”

“Yeah, sure. Haven’t bought mine either.” Olli didn’t have much else scheduled for his Tuesday than a coffeeshop slash passport picture date with Tommi, so he might as well try to get the whole Secret Santa gift exchange fuss over and done with in time before the band Christmas party on Saturday.

“Who did you get?” Tommi asked and bit into his Christmas star pastry.

“I ain’t telling you. It’s Secret Santa, if I may remind you.”

“So Aleksi?”

Olli brought his cup back to his mouth, hoping it might at least partially hide the sudden blush creeping on his cheeks. 

“When are you gonna tell him?”

“Tell him what,” Olli said laconically. Somehow, playing dumb was much easier than facing the truth. That was why it annoyed Olli to no end how he never stood a chance when Tommi as much as raised his eyebrow at him.

“Why should I tell him?”

“Don’t you think he deserves to know?”

The question made Olli sigh heavily, out of sheer frustration. 

What right does Aleksi have to know, huh? How does he deserve to know that I can’t stop fucking thinking about him any more than I deserve this bullshit misery I’ve dug myself into? Or perhaps I do deserve it, in fact, just as a punishment for having fallen for him in the first place. Aleksi, on the other hand? All he's done has been just being his amazing, funny, sexy self to deserve nothing but blissful ignorance.

“Dunno.”

The creases on Tommi’s forehead softened.

“You’ll make your own decisions of course, but just… consider it. It might help you… you know…”

To get over him? To move on and forget about him, because it’s not like he’s ever gonna feel the same about me, and even if he did, by some goddamn miracle, it wouldn’t change a thing because he’s engaged to be married next spring? If anything, it would only make matters worse, thank you very much. 

“Sure, I’ll think about it.” Olli chucked down the rest of his coffee, still so hot it almost burned his throat. “Well, let’s go then?” Without waiting for an answer, he stood up and grabbed his coat from the back of the chair he was sat on and headed towards the shopping mall escalator, not stopping to see if Tommi was keeping up with him. He did hear the long sigh with a beaten undertone to it but hoped that would be the end of that conversation. 

~*~

Still empty-handed after visiting a number of stores at the mall, Tommi pulled on Olli’s sleeve as they passed a jeweller’s.

“I wonder if they have something under twenty euros there?”

“Worth a shot,” Olli shrugged, although he had already more or less given up on finding anything he’d want to give Aleksi for Christmas that wouldn’t scream either ‘I’m crushing on you so fucking bad that I will go insane if you look at me like the way you did that night in Berlin one more time’ or ‘hey, bro, have this stupid boob-shaped flower pot as a token of my brotherly affection, because I’m totally cool with the fact you’re getting married to someone that’s not me and that I’ll never get to have you the way I want you… bro’.

As soon as they entered a shop, Tommi’s face lit up when he spotted a display of cheap children’s earrings.

“Hell yeah, now we’re talking. Oh, look, Little My ones!” Tommi picked up a box with a pair of stud earrings inside, a poorly-painted Moomin character as decoration.

“They sure would fit Porko’s new stage fit,” Olli smiled wryly.

“Yep, that’s my gift for Porko settled,” Tommi agreed, checking the bottom of the box for the price. “Have you found anything for Aleksi yet?”

Olli then pretended to look around the selection of jewellery and shrugged.

“How’s about one of those fake septum rings? Since he seems to like the one he already has.” Tommi nodded towards a shelf displaying a collection of fake piercings in various colours and styles. 

Olli swallowed. He did not need a reminder of Aleksi’s new-found love for piercings, not after that one night Olli had, lying in his bed at night going out of his mind missing Aleksi’s stupid face, been browsing Aleksi’s social media accounts until a picture of the man Olli had never seen before, with his neck and eyelids painted black and a ring decorating his septum, appeared on his phone screen. Promptly Olli had ignored the other piece of jewellery Aleksi had been wearing on his left ring finger and had begun grinding against the mattress with his eyes nailed to Aleksi’s face until he had come inside his boxers, his moans and gasps muffled by a pillow.

He hadn’t felt proud of himself afterwards, even though it was hardly the first time he had masturbated to the thought of Aleksi.

“That one looks cool,” Tommi pointed at a septum ring with decorations imitating brass knuckles. “I think Aleksi might like it,” Tommi pointed out helpfully before heading towards the check-out counter, a self-satisfied smile on his face as he admired the perfect gift he had found for Porko.

Aleksi would like it for sure, but what about Olli’s own sanity?

Fuck it, he thought nevertheless and grabbed the damned ring before walking after Tommi.

~*~

So far, Olli had succeeded in keeping a sensible distance to Aleksi without seeming like he was avoiding him, while also holding on to the last bits of his mental health. At least Aleksi wasn’t wearing that ridiculous(ly hot) fake piercing, even if Olli did have to restrain himself from staring at Aleksi's unruly hair and the front of his tight black t-shirt for too long, or else he might have actually begun to weep by Aleksi’s feet. 

Joonas loved the Little My earrings Tommi had bought him, and Janne did, indeed, gift Joel a large, pink dildo just as he had threatened, which resulted in a round of immature laughter as the silicone sex toy was passed around. When it came to Aleksi’s turn to open his present, Olli made sure to look everywhere else except at him.

“Oh, wow, this is cool.” Aleksi brought the little box almost to his nose for a closer inspection. “Really cool, actually.”

In his moment of weakness, Olli dared a glance at Aleksi, only to find he was looking straight back at him in return.

“Thanks,” Aleksi said. Olli wasn’t sure he even wanted to know what had blown his cover.

Not exactly in his best Christmas spirits, and even less in the mood of being everyone’s centre of attention, Olli dawdled unwrapping his present until everyone else was already gawking at the silly knick-knacks and tacky accessories they had been gifted by fellow bandmates or members of the crew. Luckily his was hidden inside a simple paper bag, so he could easily sneak a look in without making a show of tearing it open from wrapping paper. 

When he saw what was inside, he swore his heart stopped for a second or two.

He was looking at a polaroid camera, but instead of a brand-new, never-before-used one, he had been given his own polaroid camera, the one he had lost during their European tour in the fall. It had been broken that night, dropped on the floor one too many times, and on top of that someone had stolen it right from their table towards the end of their afterparty in a crowded local bar. He had pretended not to be bothered by the loss, even though snapping random, aesthetic shots at their tour locations had been his favourite pastime during those weeks; at least it had given him something else to do and think about than drowning himself in his heartache.

Aleksi was the only one who would’ve known how upset he actually had been about the stolen camera, for Olli had (literally) cried about it to him afterwards in their hotel room, too tipsy on cheap German beer to care how Aleksi might have perceived him. It was Olli’s best and worst memory from that tour; falling asleep with his face buried in the crook of Aleksi’s neck, waking up with a throbbing headache and his yearning for the man stronger than ever.

Although Olli had immediately recognized the camera from the slight dent on its side, he still reached for it to pick it up in his hands, just to make sure it really was the same one he had lost – or thought he had, it now seemed. With a trembling finger he turned the camera on and couldn’t help the soft gasp that left his mouth when he saw the device coming to life, which had not happened the last time Olli had held it in his hands. Then he proceeded to take a picture of the pile of torn wrapping paper on the table in front of him and watched as a still blacked-out picture slid out of the machine. 

Suddenly the private room they had rented for the night at a downtown Oulu restaurant felt too small and suffocating around him, so he set the picture and the camera on the table and stormed outside.

The frigid coldness of the outdoors punched the air out of Olli’s lungs, forcing him lean against the brick wall by the back door of the restaurant to catch his breath. At least it was winter and the terrace was empty; he didn’t exactly need witnesses for his little meltdown.

He wasn’t granted the privilege of privacy for too long, however, because a moment later, the back door opened, letting out the cheerful chitter-chatter of the restaurant for a couple of seconds before muffling it again. 

“Everything okay?” Aleksi asked him. Olli could only bring himself to nod. 

“I, ummm… I had your camera fixed.”

“I noticed."

“Sorry I had to steal it first though. I didn’t meant to, in fact I was just trying to make sure you wouldn’t lose it, but then I just… then you… fuck, nevermind.”

A small cloud erupted in the cold winter air as Aleksi sighed heavily.

“It’s fucking cold in here,” he said when the cloud had disappeared and stroke his bare arms. “Let’s go back inside?”

“Yeah, you go, I’m just gonna… I need another breath of fresh air, if you don’t mind.”

“Okay,” Aleksi said quietly, but showed no other signs of leaving his side. 

Olli wondered if the silence between them was as deafening to Aleksi as it was to him.

“Thanks for the piercing, by the way. It’s fucking cool.”

“How did you know it was from me?” Olli couldn’t help himself any longer and blurted out the question or else he’d go mute for good.

Aleksi chuckled. “Christmas magic, I guess.”

Olli almost felt like telling Aleksi to shove his ‘Christmas magic’ to you-know-where for giving him such an annoyingly vague answer instead of a serious one, and he supposed Aleksi understood his passive-aggressive silence as the man continued a moment later:

“I, uhhh…” he paused to chuckle, “I may have gone through everyone to figure out who was your Secret Santa and then switched with them. And now I sort of regret it, I mean… I should’ve just given the camera to you weeks ago. I’m sure Niko would’ve gifted you something that wasn’t as… creepy.”

“It’s not creepy,” Olli shook his head. “It’s very thoughtful, actually. Thank you. I… god, I hadn’t even thanked you yet,” he groaned, hiding his face in his hands for lack of anything better to do with himself. Aleksi had just given him the sweetest, most unbelievable Christmas gift Olli could have dared to wish from the ridiculous Secret Santa humbug Joonas made them do every single year, and he couldn’t even bring himself to be thankful from all his pining and grief? Such a friend he was.

(Aleksi did deserve better.)

“So you’re not mad at me for taking your camera and not telling you?”

Olli shook his head again.

“No.”

How could I ever?

“Good,” Aleksi nodded. His teeth had begun clattering. “Fuck, it’s freezing tonight. I could never live this up north.” 

Please don’t remind me.

“You should go back inside. I’ll be right behind you.”

“No, I can wait. Keep you company.” Aleksi shoved his hands in his jean pockets, casually as if he wasn’t literally shivering from the cold. “I mean. Unless you want me to go.”

If Olli had been even half as strong as he would’ve liked to be, he would’ve ordered Aleksi to leave him alone so he could dwell in his misery in peace. Tragically, the part of him that craved to be near Aleksi always trumped any other feeling.

“Just stay. If you want to. Although I’m afraid I’m not the best company right now.”

He could feel Aleksi look at him, patiently waiting for him to elaborate.

“Is there anything I can do to help that?”

Is there? Let’s see. You could throw that ring of yours in the Bay of Bothnia and call off the wedding for starters, or if you can't do that, then at least cross my name off the guest list, because I’m not sure I’ll be able to witness your happiness next May, as selfish as it sounds. Or then I guess you could pull me in your arms like you did when I cried to about how grief-stricken I was about having my camera stolen and maybe even let me fall asleep on your chest one last time, for old times’ sake, before I’ll pack my bags and move to the North Pole perhaps, or some place else that’s too cold for these thoughts of you to follow me.

“Not much, I’m afraid.”

Next to him in the dark, Aleksi nodded. Yet, he made no effort to leave his side, although by then he must have been struggling to appear unbothered by the cold in just a thin t-shirt and jeans.

After a while, when Olli himself was starting to feel the effect of the minus degrees, Aleksi shuffled closer to him; not quite touching him, but close enough to easily rest his chin on Olli’s shoulder if he wished to; close enough for Olli to hear his shivering breaths in his ear.

“Olli, I… I should tell you. While I still can.”

It was laughable how just one sentence was all it took to bring Olli’s hopes back up from the gutter. Not awfully high, but on the surface, as if to make sure they'd still be alive to maximise the pain on the way back down to the depths of his agony. 

Because there were times Olli had asked himself if the lingering looks or touches they shared meant as much to Aleksi as they meant to him. He had spent many a sleepless night wondering if there really had been something other than friendly fooleries going on in between them when Aleksi had pinned him against the backstage couch in Berlin or whether Olli had only imagined the thirst he had seen Aleksi’s his eyes. Sometimes he stayed up until morning, trying to come up with a rational explanation to why Aleksi had been texting with him throughout the night instead of being asleep next to his fiancée. 

Maybe he was just bored. Maybe he couldn’t sleep for whatever reason; literally any other reason than what Olli hoped would be the truth.

“Tell me what?” His voice was shaking, but not because of the cold.

“That I, ummm… that I’m… Oh.”

Instead of finishing what he was about to say, Aleksi reached for his back pocket and took out his phone, a soft buzz sounding from it. Another cold silence fell on them as Aleksi stared at the screen, studying the notification that had popped. Only then Olli could dare a look at the man, his face illuminated by the blue glow of the phone screen.

Olli decided he’d be better off not asking who it was that was missing him, afraid he knew the answer already. 

“Ummmm… Nevermind.” Aleksi sighed at the phone before putting it away. Then he reached his hand to brush the back of Olli’s palm lightly. Aleksi’s touch was surprisingly warm and gentle, yet it sent shivers down Olli’s spine.

“Don’t freeze yourself to death, okay? I’mma head back inside.”

Olli was left staring at Aleksi’s back before it disappeared inside the restaurant, leaving him to voice his response to the pitch-black wintery night instead.

I might as well, he said in his mind, as I’m sure it would be less painful a way to go than dying from this torture of being in love with you.

[citrus-blade]

I hate being sick

All I wanna do it write my silly little dreamnoblade fanfiction while being wrapped in my silly little blanket and chatting with my silly little online friends but NAH

[best-appliance-tournament]

Question before I start doing the appliance polls again (making polls is tedious and a long process and I have my finals this week and I can't even)

[darthfrodophantom]

One day left.

1 day until the final chapter of A Secret Uncovered! It drops TOMORROW!

For the last day of the countdown, I have one statement of gratitude.

Thank you. From the bottom of my heart, thank you. Thank you for reading. Thank you for reviewing and commenting. Thank you for remembering this fic. Thank you for coming back to this fic. Thank you for finding and reading this fic. Thank you for the years of support. Thank you for turning this experience into one of the best experiences of my writing career. 

I owe you all so much. I owe you a lot more than a chapter ten years too late. But your patience, support, and friendship has meant so much to me over these long years.

Seventeen years ago I posted this fic: the second fic I’ve ever posted. It took off in a way I never expected, and I’ve been honored by all your comments and love for this fic. This has all meant so much to me, and I thank you with everything I have.

This chapter is dedicated to all of you.

Thank you, and I hope you enjoy.

Countdown List 10 things that happened since I last posted a chapter 9 people I'd like to thank 8 of my favorite memories 7 things I wish I did differently 6 life lessons I learned 5 common questions 4 questions for you 3 sneak peeks 2 admissions from the heart 1 statement of gratitude

[aberooski]

Okay so I had a thought about the Stormshipping/Mario crossover now that I started trying to write this thing for real

Back to the bit I mentioned before a while back about Chazz and Peach gaslighting Bowser into believing the Toads' misunderstanding that Chazz is an actual prince. I originally thought Chazz would be the one doing it, now I think it would be best if it was Peach initiating that interaction.

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Imagine it: Chazz and Peach are brought up from the dungeon and are brought before Bowser so y'know, he can gloat about his big plans for defeating Mario and taking over the Mushroom Kingdom and antagonize them as is on brand for the guy. During this, Chazz, being his typical self, is being a fucking smart ass and only succeeding in pissing Bowser off.

Bowser is mad af and fed up with this kid, so Bowser swipes and scoops him up in his claws, alarming Peach in the background. Bowser growls and squeezes his claws around Chazz while he squirms to try and get loose at the very least, if not free. Bowser threatens Chazz, and now Peach has had enough. She has to help somehow, she has to protect him, she's already made that promise to herself so no way will she allow him to come to harm on her watch if she can help it!

And thus, Peach panics for a second thinking of what she can do, when it comes to her. She interjects and tells Bowser that he mustn't hurt this boy, its would be a terrible mistake on his part! Bowser ignores her and is just kinda like yeah yeah, whatever you say. To which Peach interjects again, "But don't you understand? He's not just any boy from another world, he's a prince!" Or she says something like that at least

At which time everything stops. Bowser then turns his attention fully to her, very interested by what she just said, and Chazz looks on in shock and confusion at her as well, wondering just what in the fresh hell she thinks she's doing.

And as the scene goes, Chazz catches on to what she's doing and they tag team this plan to convince Bowser that Chazz is indeed a genuine prince and that Atticus and Alexis are powerful warriors and now that they're coming to rescue him, Bowser's in big trouble. Bowser falls for it, sending Kammy and Kamek to go spy on Atticus and Alexis and the Mario bros and deal with the sibling quad, sending Chazz and Peach back to the dungeon where they can bond more over this moment 😌

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I loved the idea of Chazz doing it and Peach following his lead, but for me now it makes more sense to do it the other way around. Peach has taken responsibility for Chazz and his wellbeing because she's an adult and he's a teenager, essentially still a child, and also because he was caught up in this and kidnapped because of her. She pulls this stunt, which ultimately backfires on them when Bowser finds out they were bullshitting him, because she was trying to protect him from Bowser in exchange for Chazz getting kidnapped trying to protect her.

AAAAAAAAAAAAA I'M OBSESSED WITH THIS AU ALL OVER AGAIN GUYS !!! 😭😭

[sereinreality]

CHAPTER 7!!

[victory-cookies]

in case you were wondering, no I did not get my last reading done. fuck that shit